Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

In the night mice creep,
Mice tell momma everything.
In the night the whore sleeps,
Guilt lies beside her.

In the night a man sits alone;
Could have been healed
With just one call.

In the night burdens cry
Birds can't fly fast enough.

In one night betrayal survived
Fear overwelmed, mistrust guided.

Enough baggage
For California and back.
No attachments
or detachments wanted
Needed or otherwise given.

The recluse reclines
Declines and denies
The feel good of lust
Agony, love
or otherwise the general
Emotion of "I like you a lot."

It's just the beer and smoke talking
Squacking and mocking
An otherwise sound
Insecure, obtuse
Or otherwise obscure friendship
If it can be called that.

and trust ran out the door

With fear
Then back in
With guilt and shamefaced
Misguided, undecided insecure
Emotions of "I love him a lot."

Dim light
Dark hallway
And the skeletons rattle
Joints in the floorboards weak
And the abyss awaits misstep.

Heavy chains
Weak links
Loudly they rattle
Once security wrapped
Protective arms
Then dropped away.

Battles fought
Lost not forgotten
Wounds heal
Scars crack
And don't fall away

Misspelled words
Broken promises
Lies spoken
From truthful lips
And the skeletons laugh.

Misspelled words
Broken promises
Lies spoken
From truthful lips
And the skeletons laugh

Ann I am not a poet, but your words moved me. There so much power in your words. I have cut and pasted a few random song lyrics that come to mind. I will be reading your words over and over I tend to get fixated on words

God is not mocked except by believers

Lies All Lies
When Jesus Suckled Ann Sexton

In the night comes the moon and stars
The abyss awaits

On the darkest night on the edge of the void
My Buddha nature tells me to be a lamp unto myself.
Too many Christians walking in darkness these days

In the night a man sits alone;
Could have been healed
With just one call.

I know Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Jesus is on that mainline
Tell Him what you want
Call Him up and tell Him what you want

Ry Cooder

Oh yes Ann I have made that call, a couple times.
And now I don’t look for him nowhere but within
Where He walks a dark sea within me.

Chorus:
Blow up your t.v. throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find jesus on your own

John Prine
http://www.lyricsfreak.com/j/john-prine/74748.html

John Prine
Jesus, The Missing Years

http://www.absolutelyrics.com/lyrics/vi ... ing_years/

In one night betrayal survived
Fear overwelmed, mistrust guided.

No attachments
or detachments wanted
Needed or otherwise given.

Squacking and mocking
An otherwise sound
Insecure, obtuse
Or otherwise obscure friendship
If it can be called that.

Sorry about my idiosyncratic reply
I just liked it a lot
I shoot from the hip
And get posters remorse a lot


No idea what your poem was about it just resonated
big time.

I've an idea about your poems, and they resonate,
beautifully,

an anguished slate goes from red to blue.
back to red, again and again
and again.
perhaps forever,
until androgeny green
kicks in,
trampling the vintage,
of old grapes of wrath within,
to anything and everything
under the everybody sun,
(fuck that tuscan sun)
i'll take it naked anywhere,
unprotected,
unowned,
let it roam,
towards
me.....

nice work Bingham.
H

three separate poems, but only one got titled. Still learning my way around.

Thanks for the replies

Damn should have wrote the titles on my originals. Titled them as I entered them.

I have other posts at the scroll, I feel my best work was done about five years ago. Major depression thing, and really tapped into some raw emotion then. Had three personas. Hope to tap into a couple of them soon. Ann seems to be the strongest.

Would love e-mails anytime. No real time to kill, just a candle to burn at both ends.

Stilltrucking keep shooting from the hip, I'll do my best to not take things the wrong way. Have a tendency to do that sometimes, just to damn sencitive (sp) sometimes. And never get remorseful, honesty is always a good thing

Now I ramble

hester care to elaborate on your ideas. Would love to read them


love lots

Deb.

Ann I don't mind offending you so much as bearing false witness to you.

I wrote haiku to you about keeping the faith,

those were not my words they are from a gospel song by jitterbug. I just rearranged the words. You can use as many user names here as you need. My game is I call them sock puppets. Everyonce in a while I drag one out and use it Diana Moon Glampers is one I used today. Based on a character out of a Kurt Vonnegut novel called, God Bless you Mr. Rosewater.

I sure am glad you stumbled onto this place.

you can thank DP for my stumblings, sure am glad she pointed me here; though sometimes I feel I am not worthy.

love lots
Deb.

i like your stumblings , will enjoy reading more-these three are fabtabulous.